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... my car which is a Holden Astra station wagon thing. The drive to Blandford was about half an hour down narrow country roads. It was a bit foggy but so beautiful with the hedges and rolling country. This town is gorgeous with big old brick buildings. I was starving so I walked down the street and got an omelette and hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was amazing! Was exactly what I felt like. I ...
... signs wishing you a happy new year! *big sigh* Sidenote: My video....is coming soon. Be prepared. But...I just wanted to remind you that the video quality may not be the best. Mainly because our camera is not exactly the best with video, and you could probably get more quality filmed with a pineapple. (I obviously exaggerated there) But I will leave you with that for this week! Have a good week, and goodbye from ...
... smell of cheap cigarette smoke and noise from the beer garden next door, is the internal tiresome dramatic scene which plays out every single time. I find myself questioning my judgment in taking this journey on such a limited budget, feeling self-pity, and railing against the “wrongness” of the picture of an elegant, middle-aged woman in such unpleasant situations. I find myself desiring lodgings not just adequate in those moments. I long ...
So far this morning have just relaxed. Not warm enough yet to sit outside so have just continued doing nothing much. This afternoon need to be spent making ourselves beautiful for the first formal night. At our age that takes a lot of time- thought I'd better say it first before someone else does. George getting ready in his kilt takes much longer than I ...
... images onto the shaping and formation of the rock. Immediately though, I
realise I have become captivated by one of the stones. I feel a strange
connection holding me in its presence in a very odd way I sense it knows I’m
here. With so much to see at this site it seems ridiculous to feel compelled to
just remain here in relationship with this one stone. Eventually I drag myself
away and we walk into the centre of Avebury.